The Guardian Of The Multiverse: A Hero's Burden

A Reason

(Marvel, DC, images, manhuas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)

Sup, everyone. My name's Portgas D. Ace. I bet you're wondering, "How the hell am I here?" That's a question I would also like an answer to because I have been lost for the past few... huh... I don't even know how long it's been, so I'll just forget about it! Long story short, I've been traveling through worlds. How do I know? Well, to my knowledge, I don't recognize the names. If I did, I would've known that I was still in South Blue or anywhere else that resembles my world. But nothing. The places, the people, heck, everything is unrecognizable to me. If my memory doesn't fail me, this should be the third world I've visited. The first one I visited was a place full of magic. I even went to a guild called Fairy Tail. Pretty crazy place, but I was greeted with open arms, and you know me, I just couldn't resist. The food and the people were carefree and friendly. I remember sneezing into Lucy's skirt because it was the closest thing to a handkerchief near me. Honestly, her reaction made it worth it, so whatever. And Natsu... boy, did I cause trouble with that man. We were almost constantly competing on who was better at handling fire, but the dude eats fire, which I consider cool.

Shit, I'm rambling. Anyways! As I was saying. The second world I was cruelly thrown into was a strange one. It was more... modern. Futuristic? I'm not sure. I just knew it was a lot more... calm. I know I was thrown into a nation called Korea; it's divided by South and North. It was an experience, I tell you. I was called many things because of my style. I didn't even know what they meant until I found a convenient device called a smartphone, basically a more useful Den Den Mushi, the snails we used back in my homeworld to communicate over long distances. If I get called for "mansplaining" one more time, I'm gonna lose it. Anyway, things did get bad when this kid Lee Ja-In called, and a girl named Ah Leesu caused chaos in multiple nations, especially Korea. The military went insane with their existence. And the fact that "superpowers," as they called it, were something only heard of in books, movies, and things that aren't real. I fell into the line of "freak" when I was discovered saving a family from being caught in a crossfire when those two were residing on a small island because North Korea recklessly kept attacking them, and a gas that was deflected by this kid was pushed into a city block that killed a few dozen citizens. I was pretty discriminated against just by having "powers." It was a... unique experience, yeah...

Continuing with this small recap of why I'm here. The third world I was suddenly thrown into, I crashed into a place called Demacia. Wow, that place hates visitors. Well, I got into a shitload of trouble just by being near the border, and because I am how I am, I, of course, got mad. I was already in a sour mood because of my last adventure in Korea, and once again, I was being screamed at. Ugh, seriously, what is wrong with these worlds? Anyways, the troublemaking didn't last long because something that I've never seen before occurred. It was so bizarre I thought I was finally going insane. But two worlds were MERGING! How do I know that? I... really don't know myself; that knowledge just appeared in my head. It's weird. I've been feeling weird since I got here. I feel like I'm... connected to someone. I know exactly where they are. This is strange; everything in this damn world is strange. But if whoever I'm connected with knows what's going on, I'll get my answers because I'm done being so damn lost on everything.

It's time to know what is going on.

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In the heart of a dense forest, a man lay sprawled on the ground, appearing to be in a state of slumber. His body twitched intermittently, as if ensnared in a haunting nightmare. In the recesses of his dreams, vivid flashes of blood and faces tormented him. The landscape depicted boundless devastation, an echo of the consequences of his actions. It was all his doing.